- —this is the garden and soil, where they
take the most rapid, and the deepest root." "And think you, that Calantha and Avondale, are already weary of each other? that the warm and vivid imagination of youthful love is satiated with excess? or that disappointment has followed upon a nearer view?" "All passion," replied Gondimar—falling back and impressively raising his hand—all "passion is founded on . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Friend," said Viviani, "thy prate is unmercifully tedious,"—"I half believe that thou art thyself in love with this Calantha; but for an explanation and detail of that master passion, I know not why I applied to you: Calantha is the object of your pursuit not mine." "Of my pursuit! in truth I believe you feel more interest in her conduct than I do, I am old and weary of these follies; life is just opening upon you; Calantha is your idol" "No," replied Viviani, with a smile of scorn. "It is not that party
